My heart sings the song of a nightingale

The one that is quiet in the morning

But chirps zealously in the evening

Through the pale blue night

It’s when I catch glimpses of his moonlike face

The charm of his fingers, the tenure of his voice

the swing of his waving tresses

But one touch of him will make him drift away

My heart flits ferociously like a beating throng of butterflies

I wish I could demolish those creatures

Those monsters that are within me

But here am I-an innocent human being

with magic casting a spell on my heavy mind

He torments me, and leaves me be

without having to say a single word

Tears are like diamonds shattering my imagination

But they fail to spring from my eyes

Because he is not yet mine

 

My poor foolish heart

I one day wish it loses its chirp,

It loses its grace

It loses its strength

It loses those ferocious creatures

For my heart is too heavy of a molten rock

For me to ever please

Unless one day he comes to me

And speaks to me his honeylike words

With roses cast upon heaven’s gate

Shall my feet spring towards him